Life is a dream
Framed by darkness
There is no way I wish to be
But like bird, leaf, or tree
The root digs without an aim
I want to be empty all the same
In this night that never ends
To be the branch that bends
In gentle northern winds
Beneath an ever still moon
I fall in ever greater ruin
I want to be empty
And aimless
Oh but to make life
Frameless